Category: taste

In the movie, which we saw as a family yesterday, the young chef is Indian-born with a palate inspired by his mother’s culinary expertise. He takes his Masala Dabba, the infamous Indian spice box that varies slightly from chef to chef, into French kitchens and transforms the culinary landscape by sticking to the flavors he grew up on. What a lesson for… Read more →

“This is made from scratch in a home kitchen with the best ingredients,” the woman told us. She was pointing to artful cupcakes in plastic containers with homemade labels stuck to the top. “I once looked at the ingredients of the same cupcake I bought in the store, and there were like 20 more ingredients than I need!” On the way… Read more →

Yesterday a box landed at my door, and my 8-year-old tore it open to help me dig out two lovely loaves of authentic German bread and a letter as tastefully poetic as the bread itself. We travel the world in search of connection and relationship, and we find it if we are open to it. Last fall, I flew to… Read more →

Great Lakes Coffee Roasters. Early on a spring morning. Opening Day for the Detroit Tigers. My son is getting braces right this very moment. I order the Guatemala pour over – which has hints of buttermilk, according to the chalk board menu. I don’t care what hints lurk within the folds of the drink. It is warm. Its scent reminds… Read more →

This morning, my son had toast for breakfast. So what, you’re thinking. Who cares? Well I do, since he’s gluten intolerant and hasn’t had toast in six months. Or a regular sandwich. The bread feels, looks, tastes and smells like normal bread because truly it is. It’s just made in a way that the gluten no longer matters, which is what… Read more →

I’m adding that title to my business card. Seriously. It would make you think, wouldn’t it? Plus, it’s the person I like most being. In the literal sense, and in the metaphor, too. More specifically, yesterday my children stayed home from school for the last day of the fall Jewish holidays, and Eliana and I spent the morning turning everything… Read more →

The white ceramic oval dish arrived to our table with steaming peaches covered in sweet crumble and topped with a veritable mountain of Ray’s vanilla ice cream. Rivers of melted ice cream ran through the crevices of the cracked crumble and in between the sunset-colored peach slices. We were about to dig in when a chorus of exclamations hit us… Read more →